Kolvar woke up to the sound of small hiccups and whines coming from Ryuu. He opened his eyes and saw her babbling up at him. Kolvar let out a low rumble for her. A startled shriek and a loud crashing sound erupted from outside of Kolvar's wings. He sighed and moved his wings and what he saw might've been the most annoying thing ever.
"Help." Triton had knocked over a large amount of weapons and tools that Kolvar had and now was sniveling in the corner like an overgrown chicken.
"What the hell Triton!" Kolvar stood up in a swift motion, Ryuu held close to his chest.
"I didn't mean to! I was just trying to-" A heavy wing bashed down on Triton's head and heavy foot steps got closer.
"Pick it up or I'll eat you for breakfast! I'll make you into a fancy hat afterwards to boot!" Kolvar swung his maced tail close to Triton's face. Ryuu giggled loudly, clapping her tiny hands together.
"What the hell? She like's your violence?" Triton ruffled his feathers.
"I'm growing to like her more and more.. Oh by the way her name is Ryuu.." Kolvar growled at Triton. Triton scrunched his face up in dismay.
"Ryuu? Why not something like Jasmine, Lilly, Rose, or-"
"Ryuu..." Kolvar leaned in close, puffing black smoke into Triton's face. Triton promptly shut up.
"Okay Ryuu it is!" Triton shrieked softly. Dragonkin are known for aggressive outbursts of anger and Kolvar was no exception to this rule.
"Clean this mess up!" Kolvar roared. Triton could see the flames tickling up the back of Kolvar's throat. Triton moved quickly to clean up his mess.
"Okay! I will!" Triton knew when Kolvar would hurt him. Kolvar was always a violent man. He used violence and his sheer size to get people to do as he pleased. He was a very aggressive person with no patience for stupid. He took everything so seriously. Kolvar did have a few things that kept a birdkin like Triton around. Triton was weak whereas Kolvar was strong. Kolvar was everything Triton wasn't, smart, brave, strong, you name it. The only thing Triton had a one up on was his unfiltered kindness towards all creatures.
"Good..." Kolvar hissed and walked away. Kolvar gathered up a pile of cloth that seemed like nothing until Kolvar picked it up. It was a cloak big enough to hide the towering man, to cover his wings and hide his face from unwanted attention. Kolvar made regular trips to the Meadows. He would go into shops with what little money he had to get seeds and cloths normally. He once came to the den with an expensive looking magic item. It was likely stolen.
"Kolvar? What do humans think of you?" Triton spoke up once he was done picking up his mess.
"Me? Does that matter?" Kolvar growled softly, setting Ryuu down in his nest. He put his cloak on, tugging the hood over his horns and onto his head.
"Well sometimes you come back with very pretty trinkets and magic items! I was wondering how you'd gotten them!" Triton was curious, he always was about humans.
"I stole some of them, some where gifts." Kolvar's tail lashed until it wrapped around his own leg.
"Gifts? Are you friends with humans?" Triton got closer. He wants to meet the humans but was always scared.
"No. I have only ever made friends with two humans. They give me gifts but never of such high quality. They are only peasants..." Kolvar seemed to always have a soft spot for peasants.
"Then who gifted you these fancy trinkets?" Triton tilted his head, feathers flat on his head.
"Noble women mostly. They are easy to trick and normally have a strange taste in men. If you can pull off a handsome look and a few flirty remarks they'll give you damn near anything.." So that's how? Kolvar would flirt and trick noble females into giving him what he wanted? Well he was handsome enough to get away with it. If he was human he could have any women he wanted. Apparently there was still plenty he could get away with even as a dragonkin. Kolvar flung a cloak at Triton.
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FantasyHumans living in harsh conditions, fearing the beasts they live among. When hybrids enter this harsh world they are feared and deemed monsters among men. They are tossed into the undergrowth and left to die, forgotten by their families. Young hybrid...